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"$476. Shit." Lian wanted to cry. He needed twenty-four more to pay this month's rent. He just got fired from his job and he had nothing to eat for the rest of the week if he paid his rent. His landlord's not going to be happy if he's late with rent again. Lian grabbed his bag and poured out all the contents, hoping that somehow, there were enough stray bills or coins that could add up to what he already had. After almost an hour of searching, he came up empty-handed.

*Cabroń* *Blyad* Xavier and Marcus, both cursed walking back to their cars, once their trucks had crossed the border without any further inquiry. ************

she said, feeling defeated. "Okay, I'll-" Matthew paused when he heard screaming coming from Ambrose's room. He hastily hung up the call after saying a quick goodbye before running back to the room. He found Michale desperately trying to calm Ambrose down as he repeatedly punched his chest weakly. Tears were flowing down his face and he looked completely distraught. Michael tried calming him down but it only got worse. Ambrose started screaming at him and Matthew just sat there, taking in all the insults Ambrose threw at him.

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

Anger rushes through Sage till it almost takes over the pain in his bones and chest. Xander shrugs. “Maybe,” he says with a smile. “Maybe I will or I won’t, but I won't know that if I don’t try, and I will have fun trying. The real game is Rowan. First, I kill him. Then I destroy Bloodfang. Then, maybe I'll take you for myself, or maybe I'll let you die in his arms. I haven’t decided yet,” he shrugs again, like he’s having a casual conversation about the fucking weather.

A long forest green rug has been shoved to one side and stained by dark, dime-sized spots, their eyes followed the spots willingly and they observed that they circled all around them. "W-W-What is that?" Tommy stuttered, his eyes taking a closer look at the brownish thing resting underneath his feet; their feet, and roundabout them, its beginning place being that green carpet bunched up and resting carelessly on the other side of the room. Mike didn't answer him, he had no idea what it was, neither of them did, so he did the next thoughtful thing. He dragged Tommy's unwilling body and carefully, they crossed the marked spots and stepped into the study, breathing a much-needed sigh of relief

I park on the sidewalk in front of the two-story grey building, the large gleaming “Greenroad” sign its only exterior decoration. Its first floor is occupied by a nightclub or something, judging by the muffled booming music, and the few people smoking outside who are clearly dressed for a party.